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After all, Arakawa, what is the meaning of this name to Fangran.

That night was like playing music. I patrolled the city from night to night, saw Qing Ning comatose from exhaustion, saw Su Qun being forced to commit suicide, saw Su Qun even dead, and saw Shui Lianxin meet again. to danger,

Suppressed under those dark eyes, he was filled with anger towards the culprit who caused all this.

The cold anger that supported him even when he rescued Yesheng made him resolutely choose to stay on the battlefield for the sake of the crying child in his heart.

But Arakawa was different. From the beginning to the end, Fangran didn't feel the slightest evil intention or murderous intention from him that belonged to the mastermind behind the scenes.

Even before he died, that man had a slightly sad smile hanging on his lips.

"Arakawa is dead. He was...killed by me."

In the auditorium garden at night, calm and low words rang out from the dark young man's mouth. The words were obviously soft and quiet, but the moment he said them, it was extremely difficult, as if he had to use up all his strength.

When he originally said this sentence, Fangran planned to stare closely into Shui Linlang's eyes, but when it came time to say it,

The moment I said that man's name,

But he couldn't help but lowered his head tremblingly.

The auditorium was so quiet that one could even hear the whisper of the evening breeze. The figure in a dark blue dress sat at the table on the balcony, watching him say these words, lowering his eyes as he passed through the memory of the silhouette of the bamboo forest.

Then he finally closed it slowly, closed his eyes and spoke softly:

"Is it...."

Suddenly he bit his lips and clenched the silver broken dragon tooth in his hand tightly!

For some reason, Fangran suddenly felt dissatisfied and angry for Arakawa with such a simple answer to her!

Why! Why do you always look so indifferent! Why did he do that! Why did everyone hear the words that I killed him!

You still only have such an understatement of 'really'! ?

He gritted his teeth and wanted to shout out all the thoughts in his heart, and wanted to question the dark blue noble figure in front of him, but Fangran still held back because he knew

He has no position and no qualification to say these words.

"You know..."

So he could only speak in a calm voice with a tremor, and slowly raised his head to look at Shui Linlang. This time he had no questions, but statements as if he knew the answer.

"what do you know?"

It was hard to tell what she was thinking, but the prophet still smiled mysteriously,

From the information obtained from the last conversation with her, Ye Sheng's explanation of "There is no night situation and no reverse flow" in Maserati, to the sporadic conversation between Arakawa and the figure controlling the thousand-meter-long earth dragon in the narrow battlefield, and I have the memories of the last time I saw them,

Guessing and piecing together, we finally found the unknown historical past hidden under the last night of last month.

Fangran recalled the man's gentle and chuckled words, and admitted all his questions one by one.

...

‘Did you arrange the attack on the Los Angeles restaurant? ’

'Well, it's me. ’

...

‘Did you send the man who could control zombies and the woman who used demonic wind at that concert? ’

‘Well, it’s Yin Kui and Xin Ya who I sent. ’

...

‘The attack in Linfu neighborhood was caused by the demon dwarf potion you gave to those mercenaries? ’

'Well, that's right, although they happened to run into Night Watch and Zero Rider. ’

...

‘Then everything tonight was your plan? ’

'Well, it's me. ’

All the answers, [Scale Scale] showed [truth] in the man's gentle smile, only the last sentence...

‘Why are you doing this? Is it to control the night situation, or is it because you are dissatisfied that Midnight didn’t choose you? ’

‘Well, that’s right, I have always felt that it was a wrong choice for the elders in the nightclub to hand over China affairs to Brother Jiang Ran.

I am the one who can control stronger power, so I established Nishui in order to take back everything that should be mine. ’

-【false】-

His one and only lie that night!

At that time, he was overwhelmed by the anger in his heart and didn't even pay attention to this sentence. He smiled softly and said the lie. Why...

Until the moment when he held Lingyuan, liberated the night patrol, slashed out the sword of Shuangtian Baiye and saw his memory...

"Why!!!"

The dark young man's low cry couldn't be suppressed from his throat!

He looked up at the beautiful Shui Linlang at the other end of the garden in the evening breeze. His turbulent eyes shattered all the peace, and his hoarse cry contained sad struggles and deeply puzzled questions!

"Why didn't you stop him!? Even in the last moment before he died, that person thought of your shadow! Everything looked like you!"

Fangran's low shout was mixed with emotion, and the turbulence of his thoughts made the corners of his eyes reddened. He stared closely at Shui Linlang's figure, wanting to get her answer.

"What about taking back everything! What about controlling stronger power! Everything he did was only because of you!"

Recalling the memory of the Arakawa I saw at the last moment of my liberation night patrol, the end point of countless fragments of images was the bluestone steps leading to the bamboo forest in the mountains, and the girl in the dazzling skirt smiled softly.

-'My name is Linlang, welcome to join the night club'-

"He just wants to see you again!!"

He told lies to the whole world, hid his true purpose in his heart, and could freely admit all the evil he had done, but this was the only one Arakawa lied to.

"why why...."

The throat is hoarse and the words are too heavy to express.

Fangran's screams became lower and lower, and finally turned into hoarse and choked sobs that were almost voiceless.

He is not Arakawa, and he is not Shui Linlang. He does not know their story. He is just a young man who has only lived for twenty years.

So Fangran knew that he had no qualifications or position to interfere with their love and hate emotions.

But there was only one thing, only one thing that Fangran felt that he had to ask anyway, as a bystander... no, from the standpoint of a 'murderer'...

Don't let that false sentence be buried in that night.

"If you don't stop him..."

I felt pain in my chest, felt real sadness, and it became difficult to breathe. These words were so low that they could not be detected.

Fangran raised his eyes, the breeze blew the broken hair on his forehead, and his eyes were full of sadness for that man.

At the other end of the garden, on the balcony, I heard Fang Ran say this in a low voice,

The prophet who had lived for a century finally showed an unexpected moment of confusion for the first time.

Then he slowly fell silent and looked at the night sea of ​​flowers outside.

"Really... suddenly you said something... that surprised me..."

Even Shui Linlang didn't expect that Fang Ran would know these things, these things buried deep that night.

"Do you think I can stop him?"

Shui Linlang's gentle blue eyes were slanted, her profile dimmed in the night, she looked at Fang Ran and asked softly.

"As long as you show up...as long as you go to see him, no matter what the situation, he is willing..."

"So what if we meet once?"

Listening to Shui Linlang's rhetorical question, Fangran's loud words were gently interrupted by her, and her eyes widened slightly.

He looked at the dark blue figure, and he couldn't understand the look in her eyes.

"Can I solve it completely if I meet him once?"

Seeing Fang Ran's stunned look, she smiled and lowered her eyes. Shui Linlang looked at Hua Hai again and said in a low voice:

"When he sees me, will he be able to relieve his obsession? Even if he gives up his plan for the night game this time, what about next time..."

Shui Linlang stood up slowly and walked towards the edge of the balcony. In her blue eyes, the night wind blew the sea of ​​flowers in the manor.

Then she turned her head and smiled softly at Fangran:

"What's more, I can't get out of here."

She raised her hand and stretched out the edge of the balcony, as if she wanted to touch the scene of the night sea of ​​flowers, but...

Obstructed by a transparent 'wall'.

Fangran watched this scene with wide eyes and learned the shocking fact that the so-called prophet was imprisoned in a cage.

"But even without this wall, even if I could get out from here, I wouldn't go to see him, I couldn't go to see him, because the bottom line is..."

The soft words were full of sighs and memories, and the tone in Shui Linlang's words made Fangran unable to understand.

She looked at Fangran who didn't seem to understand what she said, and smiled gently and tolerantly:

"I don't love him."

The dark blue skirt like sea water was slightly lifted by the night breeze on the balcony of the garden, and it was frozen into the picture of her quiet and beautiful unparalleled elegance.

"Because I don't love him, I can't get rid of his obsession and I can't stop him."

Qingxiao's gentle words contained complex emotions that he could not understand, which impacted Fangran's heart.

Because I don't love...

Looking at the fundamentals, is this really the reason...

He stood silently, holding the hilt of the Silver Broken Dragon Fang tightly,

For him who doesn't even know what he likes and can't face him,

It is too difficult to understand the proposition of ‘love’.

He is not Arakawa or Shui Linlang. He doesn't know what it feels like to love or not love, so even if he asks questions for the man who always appears in his nightmares, he can't get any answers.

Fangran actually knew about this kind of thing,

He clearly knows...

"Then everything he did was meaningless?"

A tall figure wearing a black dress-like night parade stood at the door of the garden, his head lowered and his voice trembling.

Although Fangran never said it, this summer vacation gave him a huge impact on his soul and touched him. Except for Xu Zheng who patted his shoulder that night in the Pearl of the Night, Jingcheng blocked his mouth all night and then left. Yesheng,

The third person was actually not the Su Qun who spent the longest time with him in the night game, nor was he Xing Xing who held him tenderly to comfort him later.

But Arakawa.

This man, who has been destroying the daily life he cherishes, takes a hostile stance and uses his half-century paranoia about so-called ‘love’ to

It impacted Fangran's heart.

Through Mu Lin, he was really shocked when he felt the memory of Arakawa.

Just out of a desire to meet someone,

Can it really take someone half a century to get to this point?

"Is everything he did worthless? Regardless of good or evil, good or bad actions, he doesn't even know the circumstances of your imprisonment, one year... ten years... half a century,"

Biting his lips and even feeling the salty taste, Fangran slowly closed his eyes in pain, with the confusion and confusion that he felt when he was still a young man, bitter and helpless, and his voice was low, weak, choked and hoarse:

"Is his life...all in vain...?"

Shui Linlang was silent, recalling the fragments in her memory with lowered eyes, then turned to look at the young man standing at the door questioning her like this,

"Fangran,"

With an expression that he couldn't understand, she called his name gently and kindly, and spoke softly:

"You are really such a kind child. Even for him who ruined your daily life and stood on the enemy's side, you still feel sad and sad about the fact that you have to kill him who has such an obsession in your heart. Even He ran like this and asked me why."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just doing it for myself. Even if it happens again, I will still do it."

If I did it again, I would still kill him.

The dark young man lowered his head, unable to see the low opening of his eyes. The clothes of the Night Patrol were floating slightly behind him, just like the way he was activating his privileges at all costs in that narrow room.

"That's why I said, you are such a kind child."

Shui Linlang looked at him, smiled slightly, and then thought to herself without telling him the truth.

This kind of kindness that makes you feel sorry for someone who is determined to kill him even if he does it again, and feels unworthy of it.

"But it's precisely because you are still a child that you don't know..."

Shui Linlang exhaled softly, then looked at the night sky and the sea of ​​sleeping flowers, recalling the figure who had been accompanying her here and built all this for herself, and whispered in a trance:

"The question of whether it's in vain or not, you'll know when you fall in love with someone."

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